A/N: Yes, I realized that I've unleashed plenty of bad Digimon fanfiction upon the world already, and I was this close to swearing it off forever, but I'll make an exception this time.
I'm on my last legs here. Luckily this is my last piece of the night. It's for Gaia and damn am I ever rusty at writing 02. It's been yeeeeeeears. I heart you, Gai. Happy Valentine's Day! This one's just a drabble; I'm sorry that it's so short but I'm running out of steam.
And...I'll finish Maou tomorrow, I swear.
Evidence For Her Reasons
by Shimegami-chan
Valentine's Day was Miyako's favourite holiday. Keyword, was. Now she wasn't so sure; the package in the pocket of her jacket burned hotter than if it was full of smoudering coal, and her heart didn't feel much better. This was her happy day, the much-anticipated time when girls would present their crushes with chocolates and hope to find some returned affection from them...
Girls all over Japan were handing out chocolates and confessing their feelings, and Inoue Miyako had just discovered that the boy she liked was a sociopath.
Oh, she hadn't wanted to believe it, of course, and especially hadn't wanted to admit that she'd admired Ken up until now. Not to mention that those other girls, the ones who didn't spend their evenings fighting for their lives against him, would shyly and obliviously present him with their gifts, and he would smile that perfect smile and his violet eyes would glance over each one, evaluating. He wasn't interested in them.
Wasn't interested in her, either, other than capturing Hawkmon for use as his plaything. Miyako let out a snort of frustration and continued walking down unfamiliar streets. She wasn't even sure why she was bothering to do this, but she had made handmade chocolates for Iori and her male classmates as she did every year, and somehow the pot had had just enough left over to pool into the largest of the heart moulds.
It would be a waste, Miyako thought to herself, and she certainly wasn't giving her largest chocolate to Daisuke.
Miyako gathered her wits at the apartment marked Ichijouji and held her head high as she stood there, shaking her long lavender hair back out of her face. And what if she had had feelings for Ichijouji Ken? She hated the Digimon Kaiser, and once she had reconciled the fact that they were the same person, surely those feelings would fade as quickly as they had developed. It was nothing but a schoolgirl crush, Miyako told herself, because he was handsome and talented. Not her fault, surely.
Not her fault that he attracted every female in a six-metre radius. She was almost resentful of him for being so, and disgusted with herself for falling victim to his charms, and it brought angry tears to Miyako's eyes. It wasn't fair, it really wasn't fair.
She slid the box, unsigned, into the mail slot and turned her back on him.
-end-
A/N: OMG happy Valentine's Day Gai! Uh...this was more angsty than I'd planned. Suman.
